THE MISUNDERSTOOD MAN

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I managed to salvage this post which was first published in November 2008. To be honest, it is one of my FAVORITE posts along with For A Reason, For A Season. And I wrote it upon the request of three other blogger friends then. So here it is - my take on Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken". FYI, I think I spent six hours on this post!

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To me, if one wants to fully appreciate the poetry of Robert Frost, one needs to understand his biographical background which you can find here. Many actually think that “The Road Not Taken” explores the whole question of choices in life and bearing the burden of that choice.

Honestly, this is possibly among the best-known, most-often-misunderstood poems on the planet. Several generations of careless readers have turned it into a piece of Hallmark happy-graduation-son, carpe diem nonsense. I always tell my students that because this poem is cursed with a wonderful combination of form and content, interesting phrases using simple words, and resonant metaphor, it seems as if “The Road Not Taken” can be memorized without really being read properly to understand its meaning as intended by Frost and with that, it has sadly achieved ‘trivial’ immortality because many do not grasp the true meaning of this poem!

There are actually two meanings that we can explore:

* the literal meaning which is inspirational and individualist in nature (the commonly accepted one) and Wikipedia regards it as a paean to individualism

OR

* the ironic meaning which is the one that I believe in because it is through this poem that Frost boldly explores the whole issue of conscious irony.

Technically, “The Road Not Taken” consists of four stanzas of five lines with an ABAAB rhyme scheme that is strict and masculine, with the notable exception of the last line (we do not usually stress the -ence of difference). There are four stressed syllables per line, varying on an iambic tetrameter base.

Let’s take a look at the poem.

The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Many scholars have confirmed that Frost claims that he wrote this poem about his friend Edward Thomas, with whom he had walked many times in the woods near London. Frost said that while walking they would come to different paths and after choosing one, Thomas would always fret wondering what they might have missed by not taking the other path. And Frost is supposed to have warned his friends that this is a ‘tricky poem - very tricky’. And of course he is correct.

And why so?

For far too long, this poem has been used as an inspirational poem in that to the undiscerning eye, Frost seems to be encouraging self-reliance, and non-conformism which is the refusal to conform to common standards, conventions, rules, customs, traditions, norms, or laws.

If you were to look at the poem’s last lines, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference, it can be seen as a declaration of the importance of independence and personal freedom implying that once one takes a certain road, there is no turning back. Although one might change paths later on, the past cannot be changed. It can be seen as showing that choice is very important, and is a thing to be considered.

If you were to believe this interpretation, then you may appreciate how and why many misremember the title as “The Road Less Traveled”, since it places emphasis on the choice made, not the opportunities foregone.

Personally, I argue that closer reading of the poem shows that Frost is not moralizing about choice but warning us that choice is inevitable and that we will never know what is our choice until we have lived it out in our lives. This is so true in the recent encounter that I had. Thus to me, “The Road Not Taken” is a symbolic poem of the complications people must face in the course of their lives.

To have a better understanding of what I am talking about, consider this:


Though his work is principally associated with the life and landscape of New England, and though he was a poet of traditional verse forms and metrics who remained steadfastly aloof from the poetic movements and fashions of his time, Frost is anything but a merely regional or minor poet. The author of searching and often dark meditations on universal themes, he is a quintessentially modern poet in his adherence to language as it is actually spoken, in the psychological complexity of his portraits, and in the degree to which his work is infused with layers of ambiguity and irony.

(extracted from here)

I am strongly for the idea that Frost intends to infuse into this poem, the whole theme of regret and personal myth-making and the follies of rationalizing our decisions.

The second verse shows us clearly that neither of the roads is less traveled by. So if you were to look at it carefully, we cannot justifiably ignore the meanings they send through the easy aphorisms of the last two stanzas!!

You see, I firmly believe that the timelessness of this my favorite poem lies in its archetypal dilemma - and it is one that we instantly recognize because each of us encounters it innumerable times, both literally and figuratively. Frost uses paths in the woods and forks in roads - both of which are ancient and deep-seated metaphors for the lifeline, its crises and decisions. Identical forks, in particular, symbolize for us the nexus of free will and fate: Yes, we are free to choose, but we do not really know beforehand what we are choosing between. Our route is, thus, determined by an accretion of choice and chance, and it is impossible to separate the two.And that is the most difficult situation.

Many do not realize that Frost does not give step by step instructions as to how to choose. They think he does in the way each verse talks about different stages of the decision making. But I beg to differ!!!

I would say that we must realize that Frost’s focus is more complicated.

(a) To me, there is no less-traveled road in this poem; it isn’t even an option. (Read the second verse again carefully)

(b) I strongly believe that the poem seems more concerned with the question of how the concrete present (yellow woods, grassy roads covered in fallen leaves) will look from a future vantage point.

(c) The ironic tone is inescapable: “I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence.” The speaker anticipates his own future insincerity--his need, later on in life, to rearrange the facts and inject a dose of the lonely element into the account. I am quite sure that he knows that he will be inaccurate, at best, or hypocritical, at worst, when he looks at his own life as an example. In fact, he foretells that his future self will betray this moment of decision as if the betrayal were inevitable. To me, this realization is ironic and poignantly pathetic.

But the “sigh” is critical. Larry Finger says :

The sigh, widely interpreted as a sigh of regret, might also be interpreted ironically: in a 1925 letter to Crystine Yates of Dickson, Tennessee, asking about the sigh, Frost replied: “It was my rather private jest at the expense of those who might think I would yet live to be sorry for the way I had taken in life.”

The speaker will not, in his old age, merely gather the youth about him and say, “Do what I did, kiddos. I remained undaunted, took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” Rather, he may say this, but he will sigh first; for he won’t believe it himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind will remain the image of yellow woods and two equally leafy paths.

Personally, I think the last two lines are the most misunderstood lines in the poem and are ironic – the choice made little or no difference at all, the speaker’s objections to the contrary. See - Frost admits in the second and third stanzas that both paths may be equally worn and equally leaf-covered, and it is only in his future recollection that he will call one road “less traveled by”.

Finally, we must realize that The Road Not Taken is filled with the expectation of regret. Pay careful attention to the title. The implication is clear - he has to make a choice if he does not want to be stuck in the woods; yet he does not know how to make that decision and he will continue to wonder to measure what has been lost - the other path that is impossible or cannot be known. To me, Frost intended for us to sigh for a long time not for making the wrong decisions but rather to signify the passing of time, the coming to an end of a life filled with regret!

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So now do you have a different view of Frost’s The Road Not Taken? I opine that Frost is a greatly misunderstood man for few know about the many tragedies in his life (his dad died of TB, his mom died of cancer, his wife died had breast cancer and died of depression, his daughter Irma was committed to an asylum, Lesley and Carol committed suicide, Majorie and Elinor died shortly after birth and Frost himself suffered from depression and was seldom happy, his solace found only in writing poetry. Thus his poems are pessimistic and dark in meaning.Do leave a comment to share your views. Thanks!


AN HOUR TO LIVE, AN HOUR TO LOVE

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Shopping to me means hours spent at BORDERS, MPH, Popular or when I am in KL, I can spend the whole afternoon or evening at Kinokuniya. Last year, on one Saturday afternoon, I was at Borders (Queensbay Mall) and after buying Jumpha Lahiri's latest award winning book "Unaccustomed Earth", I walked around telling myself that I must not, could not buy any more books as the day before, I had just bought a few more at MPH.

Walking around with a resolved smile, my eyes were drawn to a book with a beautiful cover design. I was completely taken with the book because of its title and sub-title as well.

Upon closer inspection, it reminded me so much to Mitch Albom's books (such as Tuesdays with Morrie, Five People You Meet in Heaven and For One More Day) because of the paper, book size and font type. That aside, I flicked through the book and was quite horrified to discover that this 61-page book cost RM 36.90 unless I opted for the buy 3 for the price of 2 offer. It was quite tempting to sit at Starbucks in the bookshop to finish reading the book but alas, I am not that sort of cheapskate reader because the author deserves to earn her royalties.

Fortunately, a friend was there so I managed to get the book at a cheaper price with the 3 for 2 offer when we combined our purchases of this book, The Last Lecture and another book.

Yesterday morning, after breakfast, I sat at the dining table to continue my reading for the day. I took out this book from the shelves and asked myself if I could be strong enough to handle such an emotional book and I thought I was so off I went on another book journey.

Before I go any further, let me ask you three simple questions:

If you had one hour to live and could make just one phone call, who would you call?
What would you say?
And why are you waiting?

Well, in this book, Richard Carlson (author of the Don't Sweat series) answers those questions and more in an inspiring and uplifting style and shows us the importance of treasuring each day as the incredible gift that it is. He died of a pulmonary embolism in December 2006 at the age of forty-five.

You know, when I started reading the book, there was a small lump in my throat. As I turned the first few pages, the lump grew bigger until I was choked with emotion. Tears welled in my eyes but I resisted because I really felt so so so indignant that I could cry at the first ten pages of a book! To be honest, in the Introduction itself, I did not
even make it to the second paragraph and I just started bawling my eyes out at the part where they were at a beach watching the sunset while her tears rolled down. I really really felt and still feel so much of her love for Richard and her pain. Then, from pages 15 to 33, I cried and cried and cried and cried. Tears gushed out and are flowing even as I bang on my keyboard.

Believe me, this book is one of the most touching, beautiful, inspiring pieces I have ever read. Who wouldn't live their lives differently if they paused and saw their lives from the end?

Unfortunately, by the time most people stop to take stock of their lives, it is too late. Tragically, many of us live in a blind world, running non-stop with our heads down, chasing the wind. Many people don't know what really matters in life anymore. BUT this book is a gift to mankind. It is like a red light for us to pause for a moment, to stop what we are doing, review our lives and realize what really matters. Richard Carlson did that before he died and that made a difference. It helped his wife to cope with the loss.

You know, it may seem natural for many of us to far too often ignore the fundamental tenets of a successful life until it is too late. This powerful little book is such a great reminder of the importance of living every day like it is our last. For, none of us really know when our time on this earth will be over. I remember a quotation by John Wesley...that he would live each day as if it were his last. That way, he will have no regrets as he would not be procrastinating and not doing what he was supposed to do.

Frankly, this book reinforces the meaning of life and how important it is to communicate with the dearest people in our lives - our partners and kids and our family. We need to make sure that all of our loved ones know how important they are to us. In this hyper kinetic, stressed-out world, we all know how easy it is to fail to do so.

Reading this book could help others stop and think about WHAT REALLY MATTERS in their lives. It was an amazing fact that Richard had written this letter without knowing what would be his sad fate. He left a gift of uncountable blessings to his wife and family.

After reading this book, I am glad I tell my loved ones everyday that I love them. Of course, they say....ah but we know you love us...there is no need to tell us again and again. BUT I BEG TO DIFFER because tomorrow may never come...and I may have lost that opportunity to carpe diem....seize the day to tell them how much I love them....

I won't say too much about the book because you have to discover it for yourself....

The book ends with Richard's favourite poem, by Norma Cornett Marek...

TOMORROW NEVER COMES

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly, and pray the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and a kiss and call you back for just one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would tape each word and action, and play them back throughout my days.

If I knew it would be the last time, I would spare an extra minute or two,
To stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you know I do.

So just in case tomorrow never comes, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you, and I hope we never will forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you are waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you will sorely regret the day

That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
And you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,
That you love them very much, and you'll always hold them dear.

Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay,"
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.

Poem written by
Norma Cornett Marek

Dear readers...please read the book...and make sure you have a box of tissues beside you. Have a great week! Please leave a comment if you wish and do visit again.

Here's Ronan Keating and "IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES".





FOR A REASON, FOR A SEASON

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Recently, I deleted all my previous blog posts only to weep for weeks in deep regret because I did not save a copy of those posts with the exception of some sentimental ones. I will be reposting each one of those posts everyday, both here and in my other blog. I searched the whole house to find copies of these posts and was glad to find a handful. Unfortunately, these are the rough drafts without the comments. So here's one of them. I have lost the original version of this post and all the illustrations that were used...sob sob:(....Do leave a comment if you so wish. Thanks.
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People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die.


Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.!

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant .

* Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season but i hope it will be for a lifetime........




WHAT IS WING CHUN?

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-by Adam Willis-

Wing Chun is a highly effective combat-tested system of self defense, fighting skills and defensive tactics. It has been taught and integrated into the training programs of hundreds of military & law enforcement agencies around the world such as the US Navy Seals, the FBI, CIA, the French RAID, German SEK units.

Wing Chun is generally regarded as one of the most efficient close combat self defense systems. It emphasizes aggressive tactics, direct/scientific movement and realistic training.

The art produces efficient fighters in a shorter amount of time than most other systems. By keeping to several core concepts and paying strict attention to positioning, Wing Chun teaches how to make your body move scientifically. Extensive training is invested in cultivating "listening skills" or contact reflexes. The student practices guarding zones around the body and handles whatever is contacted or touched in that zone. This allows for minimum movement for maximum application, as well as the use of an automatic or subconscious response.

What's more - Wing Chun goes beyond fighting. It encompasses the full mind, body & spirit of martial arts. Wing Chun can easily influence every aspect of your life. The concepts and philosophies found through Wing Chun training bring about a new way of looking at life's challenges. They help you to deal with situations in whole new way - things you don't usually find in other activities.



Author's Bio
Adam Williss has made it his mission to empower individuals and help them get access to the same simple and effective self-defense concepts used by world-reknowned experts. He delivers on his mission as the editor behind Wing Chun Magazine (wingchunmagazine.com) and as the owner of Adam Williss Martial Arts (adamwilliss.com), which provides highly functional close-quarters self-defense concepts for everyone - from everyday people to the most experienced martial artists.

Adam Williss has educated, empowered and entertained individuals through his seminars, websites, articles, publications and speaking engagements. An educator and speaker to groups ranging from employees of large corporations to military and law enforcement agencies, Adam and his work has been featured in several publications both online and in print. As an executive self-defense trainer, he has trained numerous professionals, corporate executives and high-profile VIPs.

Adam serves in top positions of several associations such as President of the California Wing Chun Association and as a Director and State Representative of California for the World Ving Tsun Athletic Association. He was approved for induction in the United States Martial Arts Hall of Fame, is an Associate Member of the International Kung Fu Federation, member of the International Combat Martial Arts Unions Association, the United States Kuo Shu Federation, Wing Chun Kung-Fu Association, Hong Kong Ving Tsun Athletic Association, National Qigong Association and many more.


SHORT STORY - CHAPTER 2

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First Draft of "ENTWINED" - Chapter 2

Memories of my first visit at Granddad's house are still fresh in my mind. The sun was blasting every quantum of energy to leave its mark on earth. The trees seemed to be reaching out to the skies to give the heavens a warm hug and to see for themselves who would be coming to the village.

On that breezy afternoon, even the lallang and rustling leaves seemed to be welcoming my return in the same manner like how schoolchildren would line the streets and wave their flags in a guard-of-honor to welcome a VIP. Strangely, it seemed as though the strong breeze seemed to be calling out my name and I imagined I was a dignitary returning to my hometown. What a grand reception indeed! It was well worth the very long walk from the bus stop.

A sudden movement jolted me back to reality. Mama was carrying me sideways on her hip and had tripped. Grumbling to herself, Mama proceeded to the backyard where even from a distance I could see the silhouette of Yeh-Yeh as he crouched in the garden with a spade in his hand, busily loosening the soil to plant his favorite vegetables.

The creak of the garden gate announced our arrival. Yeh-Yeh turned and upon seeing my wide toothless smile, he dropped his spade and cried out, "Kim, come to Yeh-Yeh!”

Mama put me down and said, "Quick! Go to Yeh-Yeh!"

I ran towards my Yeh-Yeh with open arms squealing, "Yeh-Yeh! Yeh-Yeh!"

As Yeh-Yeh bent to hug me, I felt his rough hands on my arms and his bony forearms when he swung me upwards to face the sky as he always did. He looked right at my eyes and held me close to him, cheek to cheek.

I felt his sticky sweat on my cheeks and could smell the salty sweat oozing from the pores of his neck under the scorching sun. It did not bother me one bit and I hugged Yeh-Yeh tightly, not wanting to let him go and wondering if the sweat could glue me to him forever. I wish it could. Then maybe, just maybe, Yeh-Yeh could inject some joy and loads of cheer into my childhood and buy me the lollipops and ice-ball that I loved so much.

"Ah Kimmy, you are getting bigger, heavier and also cuter!" he said with a smile on his face. "Have you been a naughty girl?"

I shook my head innocently and grandpapa roared when Mama said, "You know that answer to that question, Papa!"

Walking to the little attap house, Yeh-Yeh turned and asked, "Any news of Shaun?"

With tears in her eyes, mama kept quiet and looked at the ground.

"Well? Surely you have been asking the right people?" asked Yeh-Yeh again, this time softly with a tinge of frustration in his voice.

The silence seemed deafening and the fluttering butterflies by the bushes seemed to be listening to the conversation, as curious as I was for Papa's latest news.

"Hey Leng, don't worry, my girl. Kimmy can always stay here with us. You know Ma will take care of her while you are at work. Right now, it is more important that you keep your job and earn a living to save for Kimmy's future. It's no bother to us," said Yeh-Yeh gently and most lovingly.

Mama nodded as the teardrops joined in one main rivulet streaming down her pale face. Sleep had escaped her as long as I could remember for each time that I woke up, I could hear Mama sobbing quietly.

With a swish, Yeh-Yeh put his smelly straw hat on his sweaty bald head and said to us, "Let's grab a bite. Granny has prepared your favorite dish Kimmy!"

That was how my life as a kampung girl began.
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Please click here for Chapter 1.

* Yeh-Yeh means Grandpapa in Mandarin
* kampung means village in Bahasa Malaysia

This foray in writing fiction is to keep me mentally alert and to stretch myself intellectually and creatively. Comments are most welcome. :-) . Thanks!


WHAT REALLY MATTERS IN LIFE

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A vacationing American businessman was standing on the pier of a quaint coastal fishing village in southern Mexico when a small boat with just one young fisherman pulled into the dock. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.

The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.

"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American casually asked.

"Oh, a few hours," the Mexican replied.

"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American businessman then asked.

The Mexican warmly replied, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."

The businessman then became serious, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

Responding with a smile, the Mexican fisherman answered, "I sleep late, play with my children, watch ballgames, and take siesta with my wife. Sometimes in the evenings I take a stroll into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, sing a few songs..."

The American businessman impatiently interrupted:

"Look, I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you to be more profitable. You can start by fishing several hours longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch.

With the extra money, you can buy a bigger boat. With the additional income that larger boat will bring, you can then buy a second boat, a third one, and so on, until you have an entire fleet of fishing boats.

Then, instead of selling your catch to a middleman you'll be able to sell your fish directly to the processor, or even open your own cannery. Eventually, you could control the product, processing and distribution.

You could leave this tiny coastal village and move to Mexico City, or possibly even LA or New York City, where you could even further expand your enterprise."

Having never thought of such things, the Mexican fisherman asked, "But how long will all this take?"

After a rapid mental calculation, the businessman pronounced, "Probably about 15-20 years, maybe less if you work really hard."

"And then what, senor?" asked the fisherman.

"Why, that's the best part!" answered the businessman with a laugh. "When the time is right, you would sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."

"Millions? Really? What could I do with it all?" asked the young fisherman in disbelief.

The businessman boasted, "Then you could happily retire with all the money you've made. You could move to a quaint coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, play with your grandchildren, watch ballgames, take siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could play the guitar and sing with your friends all you want."

The moral of the story is: Know what really matters in life, and you may find that it is already much closer than you think.

-AUTHOR UNKNOWN-


THOUGHTS FOR A NEW MORNING

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Morning Thoughts

What do you think about the very first thing in the morning?

Your thoughts during the first half-hour of the morning will greatly influence the entire day. You may not realize this, but it is nevertheless a fact.

If you set out with worry and depression, and bitterness of soul toward fate or man, you are giving the key note to a day of discord and misfortunes.

If you think peace, hope, and happiness, you are sounding a note of harmony and success. The result may not be felt at once, but it will not fail to make itself evident eventually.

Control your morning thoughts. You can do it.

The first moment on waking, no matter what your mood, say to yourself:

"I will get all the comfort and pleasure possible out of this day, and I will do something to add to the measure of the world's happiness or well-being. I will control myself when tempted to be irritable or unhappy, I will look for the bright side of every event."

Once you say these things over to yourself in a calm, earnest way, you will begin to feel more cheerful. The worries and troubles of the coming day will seem less colossal.

Then say:

"I shall be given help to meet anything that comes today. Everything will be for the best. I shall succeed in whatever I undertake. I cannot fail."

Do not let it discourage you if the moment you leave your room you encounter a trouble or a disaster. This usually happens. When we make any boasts, spiritually or physically, we are put to the test. The occult forces about us are not unlike human beings.

When a schoolboy boasts of his strength, and says he can "lick any boy in school," he generally gets a chance to prove it. When we declare we are brave enough to overcome any fate, we find our strength put to the test at once.

But that is all right.

Prove your words to be true. Regard the troubles and cares you encounter as the "punching bags" of fate, given you to develop your spiritual muscle. Go at them with courage and keep to your morning resolve.

By and by the troubles will lessen, and you will find yourself master of circumstances.

--- Ella Wilcox Wheeler


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